19 God, the Lord, is my strength;
g he makes my feet like the deer's;
he makes me h tread on my i high places.
j To the choirmaster: with k stringed instruments.
13 i He made him ride on the high places of the land,
and he ate the produce of the field,
and he suckled him with j honey out of the rock,
and k oil out of l the flinty rock.
29 Happy are you, O Israel! w Who is like you,
a people x saved by the Lord,
y the shield of your help,
and the sword of your triumph!
Your enemies shall come fawning to you,
and you shall tread upon their backs.”